There have been few things from high school English class that has stuck with me. Among them is the classic poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost. Trying to capture the gist of it in the crude drawing.
Poem: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171621
... (last paragraph)
Poem: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171621
... (last paragraph)
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
